AFW Title Match: Angel (c) Vs. Taylor Parker

Junko collapsed to her knees when Kelly brushed her off and began to punish her daughter. Tears began to stream from her eyes with no sign of stopping and she buried her hand in her big silk sleeve. She couldn't understand why she had to endure this and why Kelly had to endure this. She'd never seen any of her clients face anything like this but that was because this was not a match. This was a lunatic acting out all of her perverse frustrations on Taylor.

Junko weakly stood up and pawed at the ring while tears dripped from her face. "Stop it..." She muttered. She wanted to scream it but her voice was dead on arrival. "O-Onegai! W-Watashi no musume o kizutsukeru teishi shite kudasai!" She pleaded in Japanese.

"STOP HURTING MY DAUGHTER!" She screeched finally. Junko collapsed again and looked around the arena. Why wasn't anyone coming to help?! Where was everyone? Why was everyone just WATCHING this?!

Not everyone was to content to just watch in shock and horror as Kelly tried to rip Taylor apart, a figure wearing a motorcycle helmet and a black jumpsuit had been slowly making her way through the crowd towards the security railing, her eyes following the bitter blonde as she made her way into the ring.



For the brief moment it looked as though Taylor, despite being weakened by the hellacious battle with Angel, would be able to fend off this latest attack just between herself and Junko, but when the sadistic Kelly started to lock in her signature submission with no intentions of letting go the helmet wearing woman leaped over the barricade and jumped into the ring after her, looking to dislodge the aggressor with a running kick to the head before security knew what the heck was going on.

"TAAAAAAP!!" Kelly snarled loudly as she wrenched and pulled at Taylor's body, sneering through tightly gritted teeth as she tortured Taylor in her submission finisher that her mother in law had the pleasure of enduring moments ago. And now Taylor was in it and Kelly was going to let go until she tapped out. Even as her weak Mother-in-Law pleaded for her to be released, Kelly never relented, she was determined to obtain Taylor's submission, she'd risk injury otherwise. The Submission was all Kelly needed and wanted. She had her win... But the roll up ate at her. It wasn't as decisive as she wanted it to be. But that was okay.

"TAAAAAP!!" Kelly screamed and sneered. It felt so good to hear the punk's screams, it showered everyone just how dangerous she was. This loud mouth punk wasn't going to be so cocky anymore!

However, the gaps of the crowd were heard developing behind one certain section of the barricade, the cameras not even catching it until this woman, clad in all black and a helmet was seen jumping rgiht into the ring before giving Conway a sudden kick to the head from out of nowhere.

"UUUGH!" Kelly took the blow and flopped off, rolling once before fallinging on her side, staggering and then falling back on her rear. Her vision all blurry, it wasn't Junko. It was someone else. Someone who dared to get in the way, causing Kelly to narrow her eyes at the interferer.

"...Helmet-Cat..." Kelly muttered. Not knowing what else to call her. It sounded dumb and she felt it suited this person. Because she was dumb. Very dumb. A suicidal.

Taylor flopped down face-first when Kelly finally released her, leaving a small spatter of blood on the mat from her nose. Her darkly shadowed eyes were closed, her brow creased, her lips parted slightly in a half-conscious expression like the mask of pain she had worn a moment earlier. Aside from the rise and fall of her back with each labored, uneven breath, she was motionless.

The 'Helmet-Cat' as Kelly put it stepped in between the two blondes, her visor still trained on Kelly as the mysterious assailant looked ready to fight against the loudmouth, or at the very least protect Taylor from getting beaten down even more by the self-proclaimed face of America in AFW.

Waiting for Kelly to begin to get up, the helmeted interference would shuffle closer to quickly close the distance between the two before turning side on about a step and a half away, shooting a shiny black boot out and up she tried to catch Conway just as she was rising with a big superkick, trying to use one of her own special moves against her and hopefully keep her down long enough for Taylor and Junko to make a start on escaping. She just needed to hope that Kelly was still a bit off peak from Junko and Taylor's attempts at fighting her off.

Once the Kamen Kitty had come to save the day, Junko wasn't going to stick around to cheer her on. Taylor was laid out and in a bad way. She quickly scrambled into the ring and began to drag her daughter-in-law to the edge of the ring. She hoped she wasn't hurting her any more but what else could she do? She had to get her away from this ring and out of this arena before something or someone else decided they wanted to have fun with her.

Thankfully by the time she had gotten Taylor to the edge of the ring, the paramedics were finally on their way down the ramp and they quickly got her onto the stretcher and wheeled her back up the ramp. A still teary Junko paced behind quickly, leaving the masked savior and Kelly to their own devices.

This Masked Cat Biker was getting in the way. Today Kelly was a vulture, she wasn't here for a real fight. The moment Kelly saw this woman in black rushing her, Kelly's eyes shot wide. She got the cue and rolled out of the ring to narrowly avoid the kick. The crowd booed in response to Kelly's cowardice, the blonde checking her mouth for blood as she slinked and scrambled away from the ring so the Kamen Kitty would be wasting her time trying to follow. All the while, Kelly glared back at her for getting in the way of her fun. Leave it to Taylor to have some many folks watching her stupid back.

So as Kelly hurriedly made her exit, running atop the announcers table and then over the guard rail, she watched the paramedics rush down the ramp with a stretcher as Junko cried for her fallen Daugther in Law.

It was time to leave, but Kelly had to have the last word. She reached back over the rail and grabbed a mic.

"Does anybody know when NOT to get in the way? I swear it's like nobody understands this! Parker! I didn't want to hurt, Junko. Really! I swear to god! I did not! But you! You! forced me to do it, Parker! You forced me to make your old ass, mother in law Tap out to the most devastating submission hold in the AFW!" Kelly ranted, her voice sounding pleading and as honest she could make herself sound.

"You bring two people to the ring to fight your battles for you and they have to defend you and fight your battles. But that's okay! I'll snap collarbones all day and all night until I put the Crimson Crossface on you Avril Lavigne lovin' ass! And make you tap like a scared little girl crying out for Daddy to make it stop." Kelly raved amidst the booing crowd.

"Speaking of Daddies! It's a good thing he's not around to see how much you suck in the ring. But personally I think that's alright anwyay because when it comes to Father's. All they ever do is look to their daughters and see the sons they never had..." Kelly smirrked as she let her cold words hang in the air.

"I'll be seeing you and biker cat, real soon." And with that, Kelly dropped her mic and dissapeared into the crowd.